After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 3 Book 1

After a War

Everyone looked at each other for a while. Other than Draco, he was standing in a corner staring at the floor. Hermione looked at herself in a mirror on the wall. She hated that look. The hair, everything. She didn't want to be anywhere near Muggle right now, she grabbed her wand and blinked herself back into her normal outfit.

"Bad idea." She said. She looked around, Harry and Ron had already changed back with their wands. They let out a sigh of relief and Harry put his glasses back on.

"Bloody hell, that was horrible." Ron said. Hermione nodded.

"Well, we haven't changed much at least. We have decent chance at getting back into our houses." Harry said. Hermione nodded.

"Speaking of houses, we should pack." Hermione said.

"Yeah, I'll see you later 'Mione." Ron said. She hugged him and Harry. Draco emerged from the corner.

"What else do muggles do?" He asked quietly. At first she thought he was joking but when she looked at him, he looked serious.

"Lots of things, they go to movies, watch TV at home, go to the park." She trailed off and remembered going to the park with her parents and snuggling up on the couch to watch a good movie. Or accidently throwing the popcorn her mom made in the air during the scary parts of a horror movie. She forgot she wasn't alone and a tear fell from her eye.

"Granger?" Draco asked. She wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face him.

"Yes?" She asked, her voice cracked unexpectedly.

"You ok? Should I get Potter and Weasley?" He asked, looking out the still open door. "They couldn't have gotten far."

"No, I'm fine. I-I just miss my parents." She said. She turned to her bed with the suitcase and put a few more outfits in. She glanced at him, she expected him to look at her like she was weak, like he usually did, but he actually looked the same way she did.

"My parents are in Azkaban." He said. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and put her head on his shoulder. She backed away from him almost immediately.

"Sorry, Ron and Harry have the emotional range of a teaspoon." She said. She wiped her eyes and cheeks again. He walked out of the room without saying anything. She nodded to herself and turned to her suitcase. She sat on the bed. Did a mudblood just hug a pureblood? Why did she though? Why would he just walk out without saying anything? She used magic to send her suitcase flying across the room to land on a chair. She fell back on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

She was at Hogwarts. She smiled and sighed of relief that she wasn't haunted by the Malfoy Mansion. She looked around, not a single student or even teacher was seen down any of the halls. She walked to the Great Hall, still empty. A house elf appeared in front of her.

"Dobby?" Hermione asked.

"Miss Granger mustn't go to Hogwarts!" Dobby said quite loudly.

"Why? Dobby how are you... alive?" She looked down at the house elf in front of her and tried not to cry.

"I'm not alive miss Granger but I still have the ability to contact you through dreams." Dobby smiled and hugged her leg. She knelt down and hugged the house elf fully.

"Now, why cant I go to Hogwarts?" She asked after Dobby let go of her. She remained kneeling.

"You will be in grave danger, don't ask Dobby how but don't go to Hogwarts this year." He said. Hermione shook her head.

"When you told Harry not to go, he went anyway and he's fine Dobby."

"He wouldn't have been Miss Granger. He had much luck. The boy who constantly conquered death." Dobby said.